Harry Krum - Ziontific lyrics

[Verse 1: Sintax] Hebron hill sighed with heavy heart, the night to set aside Shepherds stargazing, turning pages in the sky Planets paraphrasing, speak the language of the cosmos Laying flat upon their back to feel the black engulf the globe Stuff of prophets' prose published in the firmament Got tagged with fatty marker just to make His message permanent Palestine wind blows promising her billows West Bank blanket shelter shepherds in her meadows From the sandal to the shelltoe, Velcro to fat-laces Man has walked a million paces but he still can't find the road But one night the light flash of angel flight was cast Illuminate the plan, the lamb would shepherd man at last From the now until the everlast, I want to be God's servant Like that virgin riding bareback on a feral beast of burden From Capernaum to Bethlehem to Ad Infinitum Yo, I write em in the wind so my children can recite em [Hook] x2 So poetic, expressing the styles, shooting the gift Uplift, tear down, bare down in Ziontif-expression Stressing the fact bringing it back To the essence of the presence where it all began [Verse 2: manCHILD] The heavenly Jerusalem pursued Glue my pupils to the desktop, use a headlock Induce the labor pains through broken sounds until my best shot Almost seems subdued, so I renew my pa**ion just for you But you came to my door today just peddling my time away Handed me a booklet from your tower as you watched And it's not that I don't appreciate your dedication to your faith And it's not that I'm simply losing patience It's not that I'm not enjoying our every conversation I just find it hard to breathe in such a manufactured fragrance Peek my head out of the basement for a moment Where I study the science of Zion, spying on atonement And navigate by the North Star's North wind Worship the Child with no earthly father who's far from an orphan Explore then implore men to hear it, contemplate it Mankind can only discover what's already been created [Hook] [Verse 3: Freddie Bruno] Tribal instinct running the ink my bloodstream The voice of my spirit that's seen through kings' dreams Interpretated the most hated drawn conclusion Preserving my brain for the future like cold fusion I'm told to purify the globe and hold my intention Write fluid off the margin like a paragraph indention Awaken from a meditative state, I freak the tape Concentrate to bear witness as the pro creates Rocking tracks like songs with sage and quartz stone Make the world gain interest like banks on short loans You're easy to get into like Section 8 homes I invigorate domes and I dominate poems Cats overlooking me like midgets in mall traffic I held my cool, trusted Christ and outlasted Reaching with eternal prowess that I possess Make me do like Wyclef from the stress and manifest [Hook]